lol i havent published since like..last year? lol...well guess what? i lost my memory stick but i decided that i didnt feel like delaying so i just wrote something. its vampire knight one of my favorite vampire thing in the entire world. haha well i hope you like it. its a sequel to an unwritten story yet lol. but keep in mind, it's a sequel and if i finish this story, i'll write the first installment so everything would be more understandable. lol its kind of like star wars? this chapter is only a few words long so it's not like omg too long. i think its okay. also keep in mind that my grammar sucks so bad its not even funny. :P

i own this laptop. i own my CDs .i own my dad's golf club (not really) but i do not own vampire knight. the characters or events that go with it. anything else thats based off something else is not intended and even if you think it is intended, i do not own it. thank you(:

Chapter One:
What Goes Around Comes Around

Rima Touya wrapped her hands around Senri Shiki, her partner's, head while he rested his forehead on hers. Their eyes were locked together in an unbreakable bond, it seemed that there was nothing in their way—all they were seeing was themselves. They even ignored the annoying Kaien Cross who was elated that about their pose and their looks. Even the model agency, Toga Yagari, was annoyed at the way Kaien babbled when he took the photos.

"This is soo cool and amazing!" the photographer started snapping pictures away. After each snap he would comment on something random: "Yes, keep your head like that." "This is the most beautiful pose I've ever seen in my photographing career!" "Oh my—Okay…that's amazing—don't move, you'll ruin the momentum" "I need more wind; her hair needs to move like she's at a real beach!"

Rima tried not to roll her eyes. She didn't find a real point at why Kaien stressed these small details. The wallpaper already looked like a real beach in Cali—it was a beautiful evening, the sky was the color of pink and orange. Then, there was the beautiful beach which stressed all the way to the horizon. Standing on fake sand with a fake palm tree next to them, Rima felt cheap and unimportant. Why couldn't she actually fly to somewhere near and stand on an actual beach?

She was here—In Manhattan, New York City shooting a bag cover to Abercrombie & Fitch. Of course, their photos would have to make it all the way over to the Big Boss, whom Rima never new his name, and then the Big Boss would choose his favorites. Rima knew Big Boss liked them really well and he once complicated that they were "like roses together in a garden." Whatever that was supposed to mean…

"Okay, that's it for this pose! Take one!" he shouted. Rima dropped her hands but Senri's bare arm was still around her waist.

"Mr. Cross—" Senri started.

"Kaien!" He shrieked suddenly, pushing his glasses up. "Kaien for the 100th time, Mr. Shiki!" he smiled.

Senri sighed and looked down at Rima who just shrugged.

"Just listen to him." She whispered.

"Kaien," Senri said in a small voice, "is this beach shoot really necessary for a time during the middle of winter?"

"Yes, Mr. Shiki, of course it is! As of now, we're shooting for the spring swimwear—of course there's also another summer swimwear shoot but we don't need to worry about that now. And as the answer for your other question, we could fly down to Florida but, you see…that would be a little expensive. And you know as well as I do that the both of you are the most flattering and beautiful models I'd ever seen in my entire life. The whole Abercrombie & Fitch posters wouldn't be here without you…"

"You had to get him started," Rima said in between her teeth.

"How long do you think he'll last?" Senri asked back.

"Until he realizes that we've only been on the billboard once and that was last year." Rima sighed.

"We'll get again," Senri whispered back, "we're vampires—how hard can it be?" and squeezed her hand.

Rima stared at him, that one word.

Vampire.

It's not liked Rima hated being a vampire; it probably sucked less than being a normal human. But then again, last year wasn't great either. She could still remember the danger of everything, escaping and even trying to live. It was then Rima realized that the agent was trying to get Kaien's attention.

"Oh holy shit," Mr. Yagari muttered silently, "KAIEN CROSS! Can I please have your attention?" Mr. Yagari yelled from across the room. He had been busy with his papers in front of him but now with all the work down, he had to come down to check on everything.

"Rima—the bikini is nice but it doesn't exactly fit your shade of color…"he trailed, looking at her body. When Rima first started modeling, she did feel a little awkward but she had become so used to it she just stood there and sighed.

"With all due respect Mr. Yagari, but this bikini is white…if this doesn't fit my shade then…" Rima started.

"Seiren, can you hand me the white and green stripped bikini instead?" He asked his assistance who worked just along side with him. Rima remembered seeing at least five racks of bathing suits on the other side of the room, and with a nod, Seiren went.

Rima just sighed and glanced at the watch on Senri's wrist. It was already 5 o' clock on a Monday afternoon—that was just great. She realized that she still had lots of homework and had to go home, midterms were coming up too. But like what Senri said, she was a vampire; there were so many things she could handle in an hour.

"Okay, Rima go change." Mr. Yagari ordered her and Rima slowly walked away from Senri's warm body to the nearest changing room. It wasn't much of a changing room—just a small corner with a curtain in front of it. It reminded Rima of the Party City change rooms from Halloween—cheap and quick.

Inside the curtain, Rima sighed and glanced at herself in the mirror glued to the wall.

Since she was young she had been told that she had the perfect model form: small, petite yet tall at the same time. Her orange-blonde golden hair was up in its usual pigtails with awkward bangs that grew down, in between her eyes. Tied to each pigtail was a black ribbon which made Rima look at least two years younger than her 17-year old figure. Her pale blue eyes stood out against her pale complexion that all vampires had. The only difference from her and other vampires was that she didn't look noble or proud, at least not in her eyes. She'd been commented that she looked like a cute little doll because of the clothes she wear. Ugh, whatever, she complained in her mind.

"I like it," Senri had told her once about it and Kaien had said the same thing. Mr. Yagari mentioned that it was one of the reasons why he had chosen her. She rolled her eyes and did what she was told.

Coming out of the dressing room, she noticed that Mr. Yagari was on the phone, his voice was a little higher than usual. It either meant that he was talking to his unknown "girlfriend" (he claimed he had one) or it was a new model which he was trying to impress. Either way, Rima didn't bother stressing about it.

"I have to go now, I'll get back to you." He said, snapped his phone shut and sighed. "Wow, Rima that looks so much better on you — now go back to that original position and try that shot again. If it works, we'll move onto different poses."

"I don't know if I can look at a bathing suit ever the same again." Rima sighed as she entered her room in Yorkton Preparatory, an exclusive, rich and private co-ed school. She put the key in her pocket as she trudged to the black couch where she sat herself down, planted her feet on the beautiful coffee-table and sighed. Tilting her head backwards, she could see the huge window behind her. In the day, East River would be overlooked and it stretched on but at night, the stars would shine brightly. If the window was opened, the soothing sound of the river would calm anyone down and have the great beauty sleep ever.

Ruka Souen appeared from the bathroom wearing her beautiful night gown, her long, dark peach-orange wavy hair fell to her waist when she took it out of a messy ponytail. Rima knew Ruka was one of the most stubborn people she'd ever met in her life but it was nice knowing her. She was really beautiful though but that was probably because she was a vampire.

Before Rima transferred to this boarding school, the only vampires she knew were her parents and relatives. Nothing more and nothing less, everyone else she heard of came from stories, like the Purebloods. It wasn't until the day she started Yorkton Prep, she met Kaname Kuran and about other ten vampires in the school. Rima didn't know why there were so many vampires that went to the exact same boarding school. She had a theory—everyone wanted to follow the might powerful Kaname, someone that Ruka was attracted too.

Rima knew that Ruka didn't have a chance though. Purebloods marry within their own families and Yuki Kuran was there. The 18-year old was furious when she found but it was rational why she acted like that. Everyone was attracted to Kaname—all the girls (maybe even some boys) but her. Ruka was just the same as everyone with that but she was different from everyone else, personally. Ruka was so much daintier, more elegant and very lady like. Everything she did was so graceful and beautiful. When it came to her appearance, everyone was dazed with her delicate features and light dusty-rose colored eyes.

Ruka then laughed which sounded like wind chimes. "Why?" she joined her on the couch, her hands on her own lap.

"Modeling is getting onto my nerves. I don't know if I can model for another swim wear ever again. I mean, I did the exact same pose for every bikini there is in, in like, the entire Abercrombie & Fitch manufactory." Rima complained, grateful that Ruka w as someone she could complain to. Her eyes were still trailing the stars in the sky.

Ruka laughed again. "True, you did work late. It's almost nine thirty. Well, don't worry about it. I'm pretty sure you'd look amazing in all of them."

"Don't remind me, but thanks," Rima said and closed her eyes feeling tired. She sighed got up. Walking around the couch, she opened the window and leaned forward. She wasn't as afraid of falling down anymore. When she had just moved in, being on the tenth story was a bit weird—she didn't like heights at all which was pretty funny.

Since when were vampires scared of heights?

"It's so beautiful tonight." She sighed, glancing at the city.

"It's calm and peaceful," Ruka noted and followed her besides the window. "Well, I am going to sleep now, I'm a bit bored. Wake me up at six?"

"Like you need anyone to wake you up!" Rima laughed, "But of course." Ruka laughed and went to sleep on one of the twin beds closest to the bathroom door.

"Goodnight," Ruka said after tucking herself into the warm comforter.

"Goodnight."

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Elizabith Reed was still out.

It'd been past curfew but she couldn't care less, she would just find some entrance to sneak back in. The cars beeped loudly from both sides of the street while she was wandered on aimlessly, clutching her bag strap around her shoulder, with nothing to do. She should've feel scared that some guy might go up and rape her or whatever but she wasn't.

Heading into a bar, she put her bag down and rested her head against the cold counter where her favorite bartender, Adrienne, gave her a glass. Chugging it down, she cried until she couldn't hear anything but herself breathing.

"I'm sorry kid, you have to wake up!" someone started yelling at her all of a sudden, shaking her furiously like an earthquake was coming.

She blinked twice before realizing that she was still in the bar—no one was in it though. There was no music and everything was unexpectedly calm. It seemed like a high school party, where the cops came in and all the kids were busted.

Where is everyone? What time is it? Was I raped? Her mind started racing.

"Kid, it's past five, run home!" the angry man answered her question. "Your parents are probably worried sick and if they call and we're caught—it'll be your fault," he said, facing her, almost touching her nose—glaring at her in the most evil way there possibly was.

"You're parents…" she thought over. At least she knew that she wasn't raped.

"Leave, kid" he screamed, "NOW!"

Startled, she got up and ran to the nearest exist where she realized that the city was still alive. Like the bar, everything was smooth. The smell of the city woke her and the sun had just replenished her powers and strength. Past five, it looked more like six in the morning. The cars were all running again and dawn just started getting up. Her head still killed as she stumbled the entire way back.

It wasn't until she got to her room that something hit her.

"Shit, where did I put my bag?"

okay. i own elizabith reed but i do not own anyone whos name is that. if your name is elizabeth reed im terribly sorry i used it. i am not stealing it and i do not intend on doing anything with it.